(NOTE: THIS IS ORIGINALLY POSTED ON , UNDER THE NAME PEORTHMOON.)

Fandom: Dance Central 2 Pair: Mo/Glitch, MoCoy (one-sided)

Warning: The following text contains FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE. FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE IS FEATURED. IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE, PLEASE STEER CLEAR.

SECOND WARNING: GLITCH IS DANCE CENTRAL'S YOUNGEST CHARACTER. HOWEVER, THE FOLLOWING TEXT FEATURES NO GRAPHIC, SEXUAL MATERIAL. IT FEATURES NO UNWARRANTED BEHAVIOR OF ANY KIND.

Story Notes: This was inspired by my recent rounds with Marvel vs. Capcom 3, which I shared with my family over Christmas. And I am by NO MEANS a Call of Duty fan. Just thought Mo would be.

Originally, Mo's mom was meant to be named Sheva Alomar, but I decided to name her Trista Alomar. Her name is still a tribute to the Resident Evil 5 heroine, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save for the summary.

Hi-Def FTW.

He had never known such happiness before.

Sorrow had clouded every one of his senses, for far too long. The air had been infused with such powerful grief, it was strong enough to crush a thousand kings. Glitch poured his heart and soul into erasing such sadness, but fear lingered in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps his strongest efforts would never be enough to eradicate pain. Perhaps he'd never be able to bring Mo out of his devastating funk.

Oblivion's possibilities were deafening.

Their story had the bperfect/b beginning. The one with amber eyes saw fit to rescue him from the streets, visibly uncomfortable with his lifestyle. The former urchin once dwelt in a haven for the abandoned, but Mo's kindness swept him into new hope. Into new life, love and happiness. The breaker was catapulted towards Heaven's moon, tasting life's rejuvenated waters. A roof, the warmest walls and a well-nourished kitchen were only pieces of a new life, reminding him of abundant blessings.

A new chance at rapture had been given to a once-lonely soul.

MacCoy and Mo were ice. Icing on the sweetest cake imaginable. The Real Deal must've been separated from him at birth, because the two of them were alike in immeasurable ways. Both of them sheltered a manical fascination for all things Nintendo, Square-Enix and Cheez-Its. They pitted Pokemon cards against each other as if they were real Pokemon Trainers. Nothing could stop them on their quest for Pokemon immortality, let alone their quest for musical fame. They were one and the same, bearing hopes and dreams. Flying together on rockets to Saturn.

Another similarity tied them together like cement. Both of them sheltered such an intense fascination for Mo, it was borderline psychotic. They couldn't help it, having fallen in love with everything the world adored. Even the oldest, pickiest dragons found it excruciatingly impossible to ignore the B-Boy's charms, which gave him the nickname 'Siren'. The Alomar never led anyone to their doom, but he certainly swept entire nations off their feet-

All the while leading two cheerleaders into the fray.

After taking a fifth peek at Mo in the shower, Glitch realized he had a pretty big problem. He wasn't alone in his daily Mo worship. After all, his rescuer and MacCoy had been friends since the dawn of time. The two of them had been through school talent shows, family reunions, funerals, weddings...the whole she-bang. Things became so intense, Glitch wished he could beat Coy off of Mo with a stick sometimes.

But then, everything changed. His whole world changed. And the tides of change swept MacCoy out of his life.

Out of everyone's lives.

The details behind the breakdown were as foggy as his childhood memories. While Glitch cared nothing for his long-forgotten past, he knew Mo's past was enshrouded in bone-crushing, agonizing delirium. The breaker took the pain of amber eyes and made it his own, wishing he could erase it all together. Hi-Def's junior was renowned for many qualities, his ability to care for others being one of them. Only rivaled by Oblio, Glitch carried a heart large enough to engulf three Earths. But his love for Mo was known by many, strong enough to leave behind a taste in every mouth. It was immeasurably sweet, yet unbearably painful to shelter.

For if that love was ever broken, the world would face searing pain.

Glitch had never known such sadness before. Sure, he adored Coy, but his affection for Phoebe's boy was overriden by his growing concern for Mo. Having fallen in with the wrong crowd, Coy decided his newest friends were Dope and Crack. Being anti-anything-that-had-to-do-with-destruction, Mo bore no tolerance for Coy's drug habits-let alone his new batch of playmates. As a result, the two of them were at devastating odds. MacCoy had been at odds with Mo for weeks, but eventually, the two of them fell apart quicker than a graham cracker in water. Things were hot and heavy between them, and not in the sexiest way imaginable. Gramma Phoebe's boy actually became violent with Trista Alomar's son, physically and emotionally.

"You don't know a damn thing 'bout me! Just wish you'd go t' Hell, man! Just go t' Hell already!"

"Leave me the fuck alone! Sick of you 'n all your shit, man! Can't take it anymore!"

After a couple of successful punches and a particularly fierce assault with a chair, MacCoy was stopped by Hi-Def's breaker. Unfortunately, Glitch came to Mo's defense right when Coy cast the chair at his former object of worship-resulting in a fun visit to the hospital. Already on edge, Mo feared Coy had sent Glitch in a coma, Coy was arrested on battery charges, and Hell bust its gates wide open. Mo refused all medical treatment, much to the horror of his friends-and much to the wrath of his sobbing mother. Glitch didn't bat an eyelid for what seemed like years. The Devil himself stepped out onto the red carpet, bowing everywhere he turned.

Three weeks later, Hi-Def's mates were duking it out over Marvel vs. Capcom. The Ultimate Edition.

Every member of Dance Central had a gallery of fan art. MacCoy's, after much controversy, was left alone for fans that still believed in The Real Deal. Meanwhile, the other galleries were fit to burst. Glitch's gallery was large enough to swallow the Library of Congress, but there was a particular batch of pictures that stood out. That collection depicted Glitch as an angel. An actual Messenger from Heaven.

Everyone swore it made perfect sense. No one knew anything about Glitch's past, save for his birthday because that was the only thing Glitch remembered. No previous name, no last name, no family photos, nothing.

And no one ever came forth to claim him.

Hi-Def's breaker memorized every Math formula in mere hours. Perfectly. His tests never saw anything lower than a 95, regardless of how new or hard the class material was. His Chemistry teacher passed him with an A, four weeks into the curriculum-because she knew it would be a waste of time grading him. His History teacher called him 'boring', because all of Glitch's papers came back with glowing As. He memorized every song of Chopin, Carl Orff and Beethoven in a mere two hours. He could recite 'Romeo and Juliet' frontwards and backwards, after reading it only bonce./b He worked the kitchen like no one's business, rivaling even the most sought after chefs.

Mo enlisted him into a university, from which he graduated in five months. On his sixteenth birthday.

Hi-Def's senior always grinned, thinking of how Glitch broke the news.

"Mo...I gotta tell ya somethin'. I'll let ya know when we meet for dinner, 'kay?"

It was as if the university's principal had expelled him. Poor, modest thing.

A news caster once said Glitch was far more mature than her seventy year old grandmother. That alone was reason enough to doubt the breaker's humanity, because the caster's words were truth. And of course, the modest breaker doubted every last 'angel' theory. The world listened to Glitch's passionate protests, and after careful consideration, they came to an unanimous conclusion.

Mo's junior really was an angel.

At a certain point in time, Hi-Def fans all across the world came to depict Glitch in Belldandy's clothes. A male version of the goddess' clothes, of course. The divine heroine's blue and white uniform was adjusted for the Hi-Def crew, much to the delight of a billion rapid fans. Still denying his angel heritage, Glitch wore the uniform-and damn, was it gorgeous. Acknowledging Mo's beauty was as easy and natural as breathing, but Glitch? The breaker was nothing short of phenomenal. A refreshing, sweet breath of fresh air.

They had never known such happiness, sitting side by side. Kicking each other's behinds at Marvel vs. Capcom.

"HA! Boo ya! Kicked yo ass again! Fess up, Mo. I'm the King!"

Ugh. It was Glitch's tenth victory in a brow. Wolverine's anguished cry, accompanied by the telltale K.O., drove stakes into Mo's wounded battle record. As much as he hated to admit it, Hi-Def's senior wasn't invincible in all areas of life. Glitch had him bwhooped, signed, sealed and delivered/b in the battle department. "S th' only thing you can beat me down at," sad amber eyes groaned.

"Don't make no sense to be playin' against you ANYWAY. You memorized every damn button and combo in five seconds! I'm still new at this!"

Grinning, Glitch sent his hands into a wrestling match. A sure sign of glowing contentment. "Hatin' on my swaaaaaag. Awwwwwwww."

"Ey. Shut it, aight? Ain't no way I can beat someone who's got an encyclopedia of moves lodged in their sick mind!"

He knew. He knew how much Mo hated to lose. He knew and he grinned, looking very much like a cat with a canary. He batted his eyes for special effect, but Mo's scowl never wavered. "Can't beat me at COD," the Alomar said, folding his arms in a sure sign of merriment. Meanwhile, Marvel vs. Capcom's all-stars awaited their new set of trials. Wolverine was calling Mo's name, while Zero dearly missed Glitch.

Glitch was occupied with plotting Mo's next downfall, but horrified at the mere sound of three letters.

"That game ain't no fair, man."

"Just cuz YOU can't WIN!"

"No, it ain't got nothin' ta do with me! Should be against th' rules for morons to pitch tents in the corner, just waitin' for chumps to come up!"

Remembering one of Glitch's most recent COD failures, Mo burst into laughter. On their last epic adventure in some unknown arena, Hi-Def's breaker ran smack into someone just waiting in a corner.

Which resulted in instant death. And his (so-called) teammate just snickered.

And then there was another memorable time, when Mo secretly asked every other COD player for a favor: gun down Zerochan7X, as soon as the green light went off. At the start of every Deathmatch, Zero was definitely gunned down-and Glitch stormed out of the room, claiming he wanted something to drink.

Mo thanked his fellow soldiers, having avenged Deadpool-who had suffered a horrendous defeat at the hands of Phoenix Wright.

"So you callin' yerself a chump, now?"

"NO! Just sayin' peeps shouldn't be so unfair!"

"Y'know, I never thought I'd say this, but for the VERY FIRST time...you're actin' yer age!"

Fuming, Glitch bolted off their shared bed and unleashed hot air. It registered as hot air in Mo's ears because he was elsewhere, thinking of how much they had been through. Thinking of the Hell he had dragged Glitch into, without receiving a single complaint. Trista's son loathed himself for having Glitch watch his breakdown with Coy, but did the angel ever care?

No. It was always 'Mo, you okay?' and 'Mo, I'm here'. Always. Always.

In the hospital, Glitch's first words were 'is he all right?'

Meanwhile, Hi-Def's junior was putting on a blockbuster performance: 'See Glitch As He Acts 16 Instead of 30'. And Mo had a front row seat.

"Ya know what? I ain't playin' nothin' with you no more. You probably had somethin' t' do with our other Deathmatches, plottin' behind my back! I don't need this. I'm out!"

Kinda weird for him to be 'out', considering he had just added another battle to his Marvel vs. Capcom scoresheet. But out he wanted to go, hands balled into angry fists. He would've made it out-

If Mo hadn't caught him by the arm, and pinned him to the bed.

Five minutes later, Angel Ruiz Santana decided to check up on two beloved friends. No one had seen them since their newest round of epic battles (guy battles, as Aubrey called them). So the Santana happily volunteered to check on them-especially since he had been gravely worried about Mo, for so long.

As soon as he arrived at the battleground, all worries vanished.

Beaming with love and immense relief, the brunette put his ear to their door. He drew it away after a solid minute, eyes twinkling with newborn fire. "Wow. Perhaps I shall invite Bodie into a game later," he sang, then turned his back. Down the hall he went, whistling-and thrilled with the news he had to share.

He no longer had anything to worry about. No one did.

Over a game of Marvel vs. Capcom 3: The Ultimate Edition, an angel healed a much-loved friend.